Now he can lean back and smile. "That's good, 'cause I got a shot-up leg and any doc's gonna tell me the key to keepin' it gettin' all stiff is to exercise it." If it wasn't for the feel of the gauze and bandages against his thigh, his jeans rubbing against all that, he might just about forget he's shot up. It's a dull ache, a background thing, and he ain't in love with Freckles. That's ridiculous. He just ain't feelin' it 'cause it's healing.
Right?
So why the hell is he so off-balance? It's not like he hasn't done this before. He's done it a million times.
Sure. Back in the real world, with a briefcase full of pretend cash on a shelf, a satisfied woman in his bed, a fancy suit hangin' in the closet. He ain't never done this on an asteroid, for no stakes except the stakes of the heart instead of the wallet. There's no angle but the angle of honesty, and he could say in a game of I Never that he's never been honest in a relationship with a lady before.
Damn, baby. First time for everything.
I never fell so hard.
"Ladies first." His eyes scan the room again but he don't pay none of it too much mind. She didn't say no to a walk, and that's a step -- no pun intended -- in the right direction.
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Right?
So why the hell is he so off-balance? It's not like he hasn't done this before. He's done it a million times.
Sure. Back in the real world, with a briefcase full of pretend cash on a shelf, a satisfied woman in his bed, a fancy suit hangin' in the closet. He ain't never done this on an asteroid, for no stakes except the stakes of the heart instead of the wallet. There's no angle but the angle of honesty, and he could say in a game of I Never that he's never been honest in a relationship with a lady before.
Damn, baby. First time for everything.
I never fell so hard.
"Ladies first." His eyes scan the room again but he don't pay none of it too much mind. She didn't say no to a walk, and that's a step -- no pun intended -- in the right direction.